Chained to the Rhythm

All hail the return of the pop princess,

Music snobs, step aside.

After all this time away, she slays no less.

Back with a bang, platinum haired dyed.

Banger after banger, a popstar extraordinaire,

She's your Dark Horse and Teenage Dream all rolled into one.

Glitter and sass on stage, she sings and struts around with flair.

Goals, aesthetic, crush, queen, a full-time Hun.

Hair flicks and cupcake bras, she puts on a show that makes you to roar,

Feisty and fun - 100% unadulterated pop, filled to the brim.

From the catchy to the issues that matter, the lyrics keeps you wanting more.

Everyone from California Girls to those the One Who Got Away...we're all a Chained to the Rhythm.

An ode to dungarees

I hadn't laid my eyes on you since I was 6-years-old,

and after all these years, I wondered if I could be so bold,

to press 'proceed to checkout' on that Topshop site,

and at 2am while procrastinating, I thought I just might.

Breton stripe, lace crop tops and white tees,

I thought of all the things I could pair with thee,

Summertime frolics, drunken nights that were reckless,

All the possibilities, well, they were endless.

Comfort and effortless style, you're the whole deal,

And perfect for when I wake up late to meet friends for a meal.

You are perfect for occasions of all kinds,

Constantly making up new combinations in my mind.

But it wasn't enough, I started trying on more versions of you,

And before I knew it, I had bought another you in a different hue.

You're perfect in every form, and even as a skirt,

I'd forgotten about other clothes, what even is a shirt?

From babysitting to bars, from day to night,

I couldn't stop buckling up those straps, try as I might.

Long, short, denim, black,

I've fallen in love with you, and I can't go back.

A.x